Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the garden party. Emily watched the guests mingle, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Her own smile felt almost painful with its breadth.

She'd out-maneuvered Mark at every turn, securing the best musicians, the most sought-after caterers, and the prime date. She could feel a tingling sensation across her skin. She had every advantage.

She took a sip of her champagne, the crisp liquid a perfect counterpoint to the sweetness of the evening. She saw a familiar figure at the gate, one of Mark’s few guests, and smiled. She had won.